Chapter 5: The Feast of Monsters

Behind the dazzling man, there was a woman dressed in a gorgeous twelve singles, holding a fan, standing there gracefully and luxuriously, smiling at the man in front of her.

Looking at these two people, the corners of the killer's mouth hooked up with undetectable joy, but he disappeared in an instant, and stepped forward indifferently.

"Father, mother." She bowed slightly, polite and polite, but she looked rusty, hardly like a child's attitude towards his parents.

The graceful woman showed a helpless smile on her face, just nodded lightly, and raised the fan to cover the small half of her beautiful face.

The dog general restrained his smile, turned around, looked at the familiar but unfamiliar daughter in front of him, looked her up and down with a strange look, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed heartily again, and smiled at the cold girl without hesitation: "I've grown so tall, kill the son!" ”

He stretched out his hand with a big grin, wanting to touch the girl's silver as long as a galaxy.

The killer was stunned, as if he was not used to this enthusiasm, and subconsciously dodged, but immediately reacted back, no longer dodging, and silently lowered his head to enjoy his father's touch.

This hand...... It's not the same as her mother, it's very rough, and it's very powerful, if it's your mother, she will help her straighten out the slightly messy long from top to bottom, but at this time, the Douya King laughed and kneaded her silk into a mess, and her dusty temperament was completely destroyed.

However, although they are different, these hands are the same as those of my mother, and they are very ...... Warm......

There is a strange feeling in my heart, and this is ...... Father's taste?

The comfort did not last too long, and the King of Fighting Teeth withdrew his hand, and then raised his wine glass high, looking around the courtyard, domineering and majestic: "Come, drink this cup together!" ”

The demons agreed, and countless strange arms of all kinds also held wine glasses, shouted loudly, and sent the wine into their mouths.

Perhaps stimulated by this passionate scene, even the Killer, who never drank alcohol, couldn't help but raise a jade wine glass and stand beside the Fighting Tooth King.

Seeing this, the mother on her side did not stop her, but just stood aside, swaying her fan, smiling smartly, looking forward to her husband and daughter.

Raise a glass and drink freely, the spicy and mellow liquid tumbled in the mouth, and then slipped down the throat and fell to the abdomen, as if it had become a fire, rising slightly, making the girl's delicate face appear rouge-like ruddy with the same color as the demon pattern, which was even more charming......

The feast lasted almost all night, and as it drew to a close, the maiden finally did not take part in it, but staggered out of the vestibule, alone, and as for the evil opinion, she had already drunk herself in the monster's wine at the beginning of the feast.

On the monster mansion, including the subordinates and maidservants, almost all went to the banquet, at this time, most of them were drunk and fell to the ground, therefore, along the way, the killer did not meet anyone, and no one could see the drunken and charming appearance of the gorgeous princess of the western country.

She staggered to the bottom of the original cherry blossom tree.

At this time, it was close to dawn, and the sun had not risen, but the sky was already white, not dark, but not bright.

Gently slicing a strand of silk behind her pointed ear, she leaned against the cherry blossom tree behind her back, feeling the rising drunkenness and the heavier body, as if she had no bones, and put all her weight on the trunk behind her.

Slightly distracted, I watched the cherry petals slowly slipping from the canopy, watching them flip in the air, glide over graceful arcs, or land on the stone table, or in the clear pool, or on the body, silk, fingertips......

In the girl's drunkenness, a slender one with long nails suddenly appeared quietly on her side, slowly put it on the girl's shoulder, and then slid all the way up, and finally climbed onto the girl's bewitching face.

For the sudden "attack", the killer did not be surprised at all, but only whispered: "Mother, ......"

On her side, the woman who had become a woman slowly revealed her figure, and slowly pulled her hand, so that the drunken girl's body tilted and slipped into her arms.

With the other hand to help her take care of the mess between her ears, the hostess of the West Country said in a pitiful tone: "You, you are too reluctant to yourself, it is obviously the first time, and you dare to drink so much wine......"

Judging from her appearance, she doesn't look like a mother who kills her children, but more like a sister, too young.

The girl didn't answer, but rubbed it against her mother's fur.

Gently stroked the cheek of the daughter in her arms with her hand, slowly slid along the outline of the demon pattern, and smiled in her eyes: "However, only in this case, will you obediently lie in my arms and be coquettish...... Usually...... It's really the same as that guy, Qinggao...... Hmph......"

Lofty...... Father?

I can't imagine it......

Suddenly, the girl suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Killing the Child...... Do you like your father very much? The woman asked softly, her sharp nails scraping lightly across the girl's face, but not hurting her just right.

The girl was silent for a while, obediently lying in her mother's arms, and hesitated for a long time before she said softly: "...... I don't know. ”

Mother's voice with a slight smile came again, and this time it was her own pointed ears that were played: "Or ...... Adore? ”

"Maybe." The girl gave a vague answer again, but the woman smiled softly, and no longer bothered her, put her hands down, wrapped her arms around the girl, and quietly admired the beauty of the falling cherry blossoms.

In a short time, the sister-like mother and daughter had already fallen on a layer of pink cherry petals, and on the horizon, there was already half a round of early sun gradually rising.

Most yokai are more accustomed to being seen at night than during the day.

The monster's feast is coming to an end.

With a smile on her face, the mother lowered her head to look at her daughter, then leaned down slightly, and gently pecked the cherry petals stained on the girl's forehead with her lips, and swallowed them into her abdomen, so that the girl's face, which had begun to gradually sober up, appeared like a drunken red glow again.

Intimate and ambiguous, hardly like what a mother would do to her daughter.

"The banquet should be over, do you want to go with me to meet my father? Killing the Son ......"

The girl opened her eyes, and the shy little daughter's posture was already hidden deep in her heart, and she sat up from her mother's arms indifferently, letting the cherry petals slip off her body.

Standing up, she is still the princess of the noble and arrogant monster country, indifferent, indifferent, luxurious, and does not exist in the world.

"Okay."

PS: This style is a bit difficult to write, but it's really interesting, well, what do you think of this style? First of all, there won't be too much light plot in this volume, and I want to try my best to write the kind of gorgeous ...... of your son